Beauty in the Brokenness

 

If you know me, it probably comes as no surprise that I’m a perfectionist and by extension, I’m a fixer.  If something isn’t perfect, my tendency is to want to fix it, correct it, clean it, or make it right as quickly and thoroughly as possible.  This desire is true in relationships as well.  If I sense there is brokenness or something off between me and a friend, I quickly begin working to figure out all the things that could have gone wrong and what I need to say or do to make it right again.  If I can’t make it right quickly, I start to get distressed.  In one such recent incident, a friend called me out, saying: “Katie, you’re always in such a rush to fix things that you miss the beauty of the work God is doing in the brokenness.”  

I know my desire for things to be good, fixed, and put right is from the Lord.  After all, His way is perfect and just; His word is flawless; He is good and upright; and, there is no unrighteousness in Him (Psalm 18:30, Deuteronomy 32:4, 2 Samuel 22:31, Psalm 92:15).  But, in my eagerness to see things made perfect as I, in my limited human mind, understand perfection, I miss the better work that my perfect Father is doing in the waiting.  The Lord is not slow to fulfill His promises as some count slowness but is patient toward us and purposeful in His timing (2 Peter 3:9).  Though He is the ultimate fixer—the One who, with a word, can make everything wrong right again—He has chosen, in his infinite wisdom, to let brokenness remain for a season.  The thousands of years He waited to fulfill His promise to send the Savior of the world and the 2,000+ years He is waiting to return to make all things new are no accident or unkindness or mistake, but rather His perfect way of making all things beautiful in His time (Ecclesiastes 3:11).  

So, I’ve been trying to surrender my striving to fix things in my human effort and in my desired timeline, remembering a few very important truths.  First, I’m not capable of fixing them on my own, and I’m going to wear myself out trying.  Second, I have a Father who can fix them, who knows when and how best to do it, who has promised me He will, and who has proved trustworthy to keep His promises. As His child, I can simply give Him the brokenness and watch in wonder as His perfectly good and capable hands make things new in ways my finite mind could never have imagined.  May He help me to keep my eyes on Him so I don’t miss it! 

By Katie Miller

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